02.51: Concern and Need (🌶🌶🌶)

As I unlocked the door to my chambers, someone crept closer, trying to be sneaky.

“What are you doing here?” I asked without turning.

A hiss answered me, with comedic emphasis.

“Curse your enhanced senses.”

“It’s late,” I said, glancing over my shoulder.

“I know,” Reshma whispered, and slipped past me, pushing the door open.

She sashayed in, looking over her shoulder to give me a smoldering look.

Her eyes glinted in the candle light, just like the gems in her dark dress, flowing like liquid night.

It was a very enticing view.

The moment I locked the door behind us, her demeanor changed.

“How are you doing?” she asked gently.

“Fine.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.”

My voice came out sharper that I intended.

Stepping close, she almost fell against me.

Wrapping her arms around my torso, she put her head on my shoulder.

I exhaled, as her warm weight pushed the burdens of the day away, even if only a little bit. My arms instinctively rose up to hug her.

“While were in the carriage, the two of us talked about many things.”

She looked up at me. “Including you.”

“I thought you already did it when she arrived in Falkenheim.”

“I had to be fairly guarded back then.”

“You didn’t tell her about me, did you?”

“No.”

She pulled her head back to look me in the eyes.

“Jack, I think Eirica is still in love with you.”

“Not me, baby. The original Jack. The man I replaced.”

“And yet, you also have feelings for her. I’ve seen how you look at her.”

My eyes widened at the tone. Even with enhanced senses, I had missed something crucial.

“You know I won’t abandon you for her or anyone else, right?”

“I know. It’s just— what you had with her is special. I— I guess I’m a little jealous.”

“You don’t have to worry about it. Whatever feelings I have for her, they are remnants of Jack.”

She tilted her head. “All of them?”

“Well,” I averted my gaze, “she is rather attractive, so it’s hard to not feel something, but it’s just superficial. Nothing more.”

Her face grew serious.

“Jack, you are Jack Nobart now. The Count of Nobart, the soon-to-be Prince Consort of all of Nanon and the Supreme Leader of Chadom.”

Her face soured. “I wish I could go back in the past and smack some sense into you before you chose that silly title.”

I smiled sheepishly. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

She regained her composure. “You are Jack, whomever you were before coming here and whatever is left of him, all rolled into one. You can’t separate either anymore.”

I nodded in acceptance.

She swallowed before looking me in the eyes.

My eyes widened in anticipation.

“I think—I think you should consider bringing Eirica into our family.”

“And blow up the entire county? Her father can ruin most of the land trade. His grandson’s inheritance becomes questionable if its anything but marriage. I would have to remove him otherwise. How would that help me get close to her? Not to mention, she probably won’t want me near her the moment she finds out I’m not the man she loved.”

“I know,” she whined, “it’s not the best of plans, but…”

Her eyes were brimming with concern.

“I fear what will happen if you keep ignoring those feelings. They are a part of you, whether you like it or not.”

I shook my head, smiling faintly.

“Relax, baby. Men have been ignoring their feelings for thousands of years. Nothing will happen.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

“We have more important things to worry about right now. Ignoring those feelings for some time won’t kill me. We can revisit them later.”

Her eyes remained locked with mine, as her long slender hand slid down my torso, until it stopped between my legs.

“I’m not going to ignore mine,” she purred seductively, cupping my bulge.

“You are drunk.”

“No. Just slightly tipsy and in need of a good fuck. Take off your clothes,” she ordered.

Her hard nipples digging into my chest were proof that she wasn’t lying.

I exhaled.

“Not here. I don’t want anyone to hear us.”

“Anyone, or her?”

I grimaced. Try as I might, I couldn’t just not care about that woman. She was always there in my thoughts. I exhaled.

“She already knows we’re lovers.”

“So it doesn’t matter,” she said. “The walls are thick. Nobody will find out,” she said, as her hand languidly massaged my length.

Sliding an arm around her waist, I pressed her into myself, sniffing her hair.

Jasmine and her own scent filled my lungs.

For a moment, it wasn’t Reshma.

A different woman, but the same bedroom. Same closeness.

I need to get away from this place.

I shook those thoughts away.

We were pressed against each other, but the physical contact was more intimate than sexual, despite her best efforts.

“There is more, isn’t there?” I asked.

She looked up at me, then averted her gaze. “Damn your senses. You used to be so oblivious before.”

She wet her lips before speaking. “I thought I had gotten pregnant,” she whispered. “It was just a missed flow.”

My heart skipped a beat. I swallowed.

“You sure you… want that?”

She looked into my eyes, pupils as large as they could be. “I didn’t think I did, but yes. Now, I’m sure. I want to have your child.”

Then her face crumpled, as tears gathered in her eyes.

I pressed her into myself.

“You’re worried about your former family?”

She nodded, sniffling.

If she had a boy, he would be the rightful heir to the Sindhu throne. If they found out, they wouldn’t stop until she and him were dead.

Putting a hand below her chin, I lifted her head to face me.

“I wouldn’t let them harm a single hair on your body. Nor would I let the fear of their reprisal stop you from living a life.”

Strategically, this wasn’t the best of decisions.

But what was the point of any of it if we couldn’t live a full life?

I could always hide her in Chadom.

Worst case, go to war with an entire kingdom.

Screw this world.

Stilling my own beating heart, I wiped the tears off her eyes, then inclined my head to kiss her lightly.

“I love you, Reshu. If you want a child, I want one too,” I whispered. “Only one for now, though.”

She chuckled through the tears. “Fine. I love you too, Jack.”

Then her eyes hardened. “To hell with those people.”

She grabbed the back of my head and crashed her lips against mine.

Time lost all meaning as the desperate kiss deepened, our tongues dancing together, and our bodies moving against each other with need.

“I want you, now,” she said the moment we separated, and gracefully went down on her knees.

Her fingers deftly opened my trousers and britches within seconds.

My breath turned to a sharp gasp as her long tongue gave my hardening length a sloppy lick.

I removed my doublet and shirt, as she got me rock hard.

“Laira will be pissed off if both you and Aprilia get pregnant without her getting to watch.”

“We can always make some more,” she said, then kissed my other head.

Hauling her up, I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back.

She looked at me with deep longing.

I leaned in and captured her luscious lips again.

A breathy moan escaped her as my tongue invaded her mouth.

My other hand squeezed her firm bottom, as she ground her loins into mine in an insistent rhythm.

I couldn’t ignore their pleas any longer.

As we pulled back for breath, I tried to undo her dress with one hand, to no avail.

She chuckled lightly.

“My dress is a little more complicated to remove than yours.”

She turned, then pulled her long shiny black hair to the front to present her slender back to me.

While I worked the knots holding her top, she worked on the skirts.

The expensive garment whispered as it fell down, pooling at her feet.

She turned back to face me, her eyes lidded with lust.

We leaned in to kiss again.

Her hand found my cock and began stroking it.

After separating, I began planting kisses along her graceful neck.

Instead of kneeling, I hooked an arm below her bottom and lifted her up.

She squealed.

“How are you so strong? You lifted me as if I weigh nothing.”

“Blessing of strength,” I said between kisses. “I’m the strongest man alive.”

Her eyes widened. “I thought you had the blessing of health?”

I couldn’t help but smile.

“I have three now.”

Even a blind man could see the rising arousal on her face.

My sweet, twisted girl, I thought as I captured one of her breasts with my mouth.

She whimpered in need, her fingers in my hair, as my tongue played with her nipple.

“Enough,” she whispered. “I need you. Inside me.”

I guided my dick between her lower lips, swollen and dripping, then slowly impaled her on it.

A sigh of contentment left her as I slowly sheathed myself fully in her. Her legs instinctively locked around my waist as my hands lifted her up by her ass-cheeks.

I slowly moved her up and down on my length, reveling in the delicious sensations of her walls caressing my other head, while she gasped loudly, head thrown back.

Nobody would hear us in that position.

“More,” she whispered. “Be more aggressive! Show me how strong you are.”

I chuckled. “You’ll die if I do that.”

One of my fingers found something between the cleft of her silky smooth cheeks. It began instinctively exploring the nubbin.

Her eyes flew open, locked onto mine.

“That’s the ‘other’ hole.”

“I know.”

“Nasty boy. You want to claim that too?”

I smiled mischievously.

“I want to claim all of you. Make you mine in every possible way.”

She chuckled. “That won’t catch a child. Some other time.”

As I kept moving her up and down on my cock, her hips bucked against me and another whine of discontentment left her mouth.

“It’s not enough. Be rougher.”

“They might hear us.”

“I don’t care! Please,” she begged.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”

Waddling next to the large fluffy bed, I lifted her up and threw her on it.

She squealed as the bed swallowed her.

As I went on all fours on the bed, she turned to lay on her stomach and spread her legs.

Looking back at me with heavy-lidded eyes, she put a hand on her ass-cheek and pulled it back to reveal her pink insides.

“Take what is yours, master.”

I almost fell on top of her in my hurry, as I positioned myself above her.

Guiding myself inside her, I thrust once with a bit more strength than usual to test the waters.

An ear-splitting high-pitched squeal left her as one of her legs curled up.

“Are you all right?” I asked in concern.

“Ye—Yes,” she gasped. “That’s what I want.”

“Thick walls or not, people will hear that.”

“I’ll bite the pillow,” she said in frustration.

“I’ll help,” I said, pushing her head down into the mattress.

Her eyes must have rolled upwards, as her walls clenched around me.

Shaking my head at her kink, I began thrusting into her.

The room filled with her muffled squeals and my breathing as I drove into her, again and again.

She matched my rhythm, lifting her hips in time to meet mine, her cheeks clapping beneath me.

One of her hands had found its way down, as it alternated between massaging my balls and rubbing her pearl.

Roughly grabbing one of her breasts, I leaned in close. “I’m getting close,” I informed her. “What position do you want me in?”

“This one!” she said between shuddering breaths. “Don’t change anything.”

Kissing the top of her head, I went back to my favorite task in the world.

Sensing my impending release, I pistoned into her with a bit more force, making the bed creak.

Ignoring it, I put my entire weight on my dusky lover and pushed myself as deep inside her as I could go.

As I ground my hips into hers, my lower body shuddered, my length pulsing with its release.

Her insides tightened around me, undulating in sync, gobbling up my release eagerly.

She went rigid beneath me, her back arching. Then she shuddered in waves as her own release followed.

I kept pumping into her desperately, making sure I was drained of everything.

Turning to the side, I looked at her face.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “This was the best fuck of my life.”

I smiled. “There’s more where it came from.”

She mirrored my expression, resting her head on my chest. “Then you have a dedicated customer for life.”

She noticed the moment my hardness recovered and her eyes begged for more. I could not and did not want to refuse her.

We went at it again two more times, heedless of who could hear us in the depth of passion, until my body didn’t have anything left to give.

As we finally fell asleep, only one thought emerged briefly through contentment and exhaustion.

The children of this world, be they others’ or mine, would not live in fear like the rest of us.